My beautiful Blade is gone...

The tumor had doubled in size. He was in pain. He had his chicken livers this morning. Last night, a no-no, but he had chocolate ice cream, Basmati rice and gizzards, and more livers.

Today was the point of no return. Nothing would spare him pain or get better. I will collect his precious ashes on Friday.

Dogs love unconditionally. Blade forgot the abuse done to him by the man who raised him as a puppy. He was happy; the undisputed king of the pack, my fierce protector and my baby.
And now he's gone.




A LIVING LOVE

If you ever love an animal, there are three days in your life
you will always remember....

The first is a day, blessed with happiness,
when you bring home your young new friend.
You may have spent weeks deciding on a breed. You may have
asked numerous opinions of many vets, or done long research in
finding a breeder. Or, perhaps in a fleeting moment, you may
have just chosen that silly looking mutt in a shelter--simple
because something in its eyes reached your heart. But when you
bring that chosen pet home, and watch it explore, and claim
its special place in your hall or front room--and when you
feel it brush against you for the first time--it instills a
feeling of pure love you will carry with you through the many
years to come.

The second day will occur eight or nine or ten years later.
It will be a day like any other.
Routine and unexceptional. But, for a surprising instant, you
will look at your longtime friend and see age where you once
saw youth. You will see slow deliberate steps where you once
saw energy. And you will see sleep when you once saw
activity. So you will begin to adjust your friend's diet--and
you may add a pill or two to her food. And you may feel a
growing fear deep within yourself, which bodes of a coming
emptiness. And you will feel this uneasy feeling, on and off,
until the third day finally arrives.

And on this day--if your friend and God have not decided for
you, then you will be faced with
making a decision of your own--on behalf of your lifelong friend,
and with the guidance of your own deepest Spirit. But
whichever way your friend eventually leaves you--you will
feel as long as a single star in the dark night.

If you are wise, you will let the tears flow as freely and as
often as they must. And if you are
typical, you will find that not many in your circle of family
or friends will be able to understand your grief, or comfort you.

But if you are true to the love of the pet you cherished
through the many joy-filled years, you
may find that a soul--a bit smaller in size than your
own--seems to walk with you, at times, during the lonely days
to come.

And at moments when you least expect anything out of the
ordinary to happen, you may feel
something brush against your leg--very very lightly.

And looking down at the place where your dear, perhaps
dearest, friend used to lay--you will
remember those three significant days. The memory will most
likely to be painful, and leave an ache in your heart--As time
passes the ache will come and go as if it has a life of its own.
You will both reject it and embrace it, and it may confuse
you. If you reject it, it will depress you. If you embrace
it, it will deepen you. Either way, it will still be an ache.

But there will be, I assure you, a fourth day when--along
with the memory of your pet--and
piercing through the heaviness in your heart--there will come
a realization that belongs only to you. It will be as unique
and strong as our relationship with each animal we have loved,
and lost. This realization takes the form of a Living
Love--like the heavenly scent of a rose that remains after
the petals have wilted, this Love will remain and grow--and be
there for us to remember. It is a love we have earned. It is
the legacy our pets leave us when they go. And it is a gift
we may keep with us as long as we live. It is a Love which is
ours alone. And until we ourselves leave, perhaps to join our
Beloved Pets--it is a Love we will always possesed.

(by Martin Scot Kosins)


I was greatly blessed by this wonderful boy.